We know he's damaged because he has a flask.

Fantasy wish-fulfillment brought people to "Mad Men." Good looking clothes, smoking and drinking at work, consequence-free environments, etc. But what kept them around? THE FUCKING WRITING. How is this so hard to get? After the abject failure of Pan Am and The Playboy Club, you'd think someone would understand.

For real - how could anyone actually be excited for another season of television from this asshole? How much more powerfully does Ryan Murphy need to fuck up his shows (Nip/Tuck, Glee, AHS) before we stop giving him our time and attention? What does it fucking take?

And like True Blood, it completely fucks the metaphor up. Vampires/murderous witches in these shows aren't oppressed minorities - they're supernatural beings that fucking kill people, innocent or otherwise, all the damn time, mostly for sport. If I were a human living in either of these universes, I'd be on the…